"He'll be okay," I said. "He just needs some rest." He needs a good spanking," she said, "and so do you." My face was burning. Laura smiled while I bl...shed. "Don't worry," she said, "I'm glad you brought him home. I won't tell your mother."I can't admit how many times I've played that scene over in my mind and in my dreams. "He needs a good spanking and so do you." What would that be like? Did she think my mother would spank me or would she do it herself? I could easily imagine this very pretty. There are complex social relationships at play, levels to which members like each other or respect each other, but none of them even really consider refusing the advances of one another.Each tribe exists as an extended family group: eating, sleeping, hunting and surviving together. They have complex relationships with one another, but no particular sense of ownership over any one lover, nor distaste for incestuous interactions. Each tribe is led by a 'Chief' and his or her favored partner(s),. Knowing you so well, I'm sure you were very, ummm, juicy!"I dropped my purse and four small boxes on the table, slowly model-walked over to him with the tiniest hint of a smile, and dropped onto the armless sofa next to him. The hip-high slit on my wrinkled, knee-high, blue skirt split open and draped around my left thigh to his obvious delight. "Well, as you saw from the window, he pulled up in his flashy Jag and attempted to open my door. I told him firmly that I can open my own door. He. "I don't know, I've never done it before, you know, been totally naked. Well other than the gym changing rooms at school of course. But that's different." Suit yourself, whatever you're comfortable with, I'm just loving it."I adjusted my baseball cap partly over my eyes to block out the glarethen laid back with my arms stretched out over my head. Both my boobs and my fanny pushed up towards the red hot sun, luxuriating in the feel of the UV rays warming my skin. I closed my eyes and let my mind.